User blog comment:Biggren/A Highway Beast's Life/@comment-2246928-20150325151257/@comment-2246928-20170112010009

The fox watched her go, and then strolled casually over to the campfire where his band was resting, dropping down between Ragoj and Rakkid. Rakkid smiled as the fox joined them, before sinking his fangs into a severed chunk of one of the roast birds Mozerihn had managed to cut down with his bow and arrows. "G'd t' see y'r back, Cap'n Kid, we got werried fer a bit there."

"Aye," Mozerihn chuckled from across the fire, his iron earrings and lip and nose piercings glistening. "Almost thought we'd have t' jump in and save yer against that whole mob o' cretins unner Eyedeath th' Terrible fer a moment there. G'd thing fer Galfin, eh?"

"Gurd fing indeed." the fox agreed, before leaning in conspiratorially. "Lerk, mates, Miss Langlungs jus' 'appened t' fin' a weakness in that there fort's walls while scoutin' it owt earliah... an' that's where we're goin', moment I tells Redclaw an' ole Galfin about it too, saw keep yer gobs wired shut an' minds sharp 'till I tells yer when, gotcha? We'll be gettin' that Abbey fersht, mates, mark m' words!"

There was much head-nodding and eye-winking as the vermin band agreed.